.. but that was about to change."Take your fucking clothes off." His eyes were the worst. They were dark, strange-looking, and so intently focused on ...e."D-Daddy. No. Please, please, please Daddy!" I will beat you till you bleed you little whore. Don't you dare raise your voice to me or disobey me. Take off the fucking clothes. Do it NOW!"Trembling, I slipped the shirt off and fumbled for the snap to my shorts while Daddy shooed King out and closed the door. "Look at you," he said, "not even. I married my cousin Susan Haylock when I was twenty-one. We have three children and five grandchildren. I served with the regiment for twenty-seven years before I was forced into retirement by Government cutbacks in the number of Army personnel. I was a Major at the time and I had high hopes of becoming the regiment's commanding officer.Susan and I were in a very comfortable middle age. She had her interests and I had mine. We even had separate bedrooms. Two or maybe three times a year we would. I didn't think much of it and parked the care in the garage. For whatever reason, something felt odd and I found myself paying extra attention when I came to the front door to assure the door was locked, and it was. I felt relieved as I used my key to open up the house and then lock the door behind me. I threw my keys on the kitchen counter and then to my surprise noticed something odd and familiar. Multiple bottles of liquor were on the counter along we three empty shot glasses. "No way!!" I. And when he wanted oral sex. I would not, will not do that, ever!" Did he try to stimulate you orally?" Berthold, do we have to talk about all that? Whatever sex might be, it should never be a matter of force, of hurting, of demeaning." Karla, it should be obvious to you, too, that 'all that ' may well be the root of your problems. Answer me, please."If these talks continued for any length of time, her blush would become a permanent fixture. She did not look at me when she finally stammered."He.
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